Mr. Scribble
Mr. Scribble

no sleep at night

no sleep at night

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19 Feb 2020

no sleep at night sometimes I write in these struggles so i know I still get it just trying to keep my head right make your moves and stick with it told everyone I was building a sick whip jobs been slow so I'm sitting here with a stiff dick still praying for a miracle hopefully I get picked living off leftovers cold moods and sick shit frozen pizzas and raw meat no milk but its all me barely got gas in the tank so I cant go driving trying to the boss but its hard just surviving living 9 to 5 serender to our policy I have a hard time promising that I'm gunna make it scraping the bottom of the barrel I swear I cant take it I have no money at the moment just the same old cloths jeans are starting to rip a little got the same old holes no new bitches just the same old hoes not really proud of who I am just the same old bro my shoes are steel toe but my socks are wearing out struggling on my own my thoughts are scary now drank all the liquor white trash wigger little fish in the sea just trying to make it bigger no one roots for the underdog they would rather talk shit for all the shit the bitches talking but they still dont suck dick block me hate me fuck me date me love me degrade me no later what you do you will never fucking change me everything you think is right but it'll never fucking faze me so I still got a minute to kick it and be wicked single at the moment just getting by with no tickets forever free with life just listen to my rymes no one really ever gets me so i still stay up all night my car needs a tire I just wanna set it on fire my life is a mess maybe i can make it as a writer

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4 years ago

no sleep at night sometimes I write in these struggles so i know I still get it just trying to keep my head right make your moves and stick with it told everyone I was building a sick whip jobs been slow so I'm sitting here with a stiff dick still praying for a miracle hopefully I get picked living off leftovers cold moods and sick shit frozen pizzas and raw meat no milk but its all me barely got gas in the tank so I cant go driving trying to the boss but its hard just surviving living 9 to 5 serender to our policy I have a hard time promising that I'm gunna make it scraping the bottom of the barrel I swear I cant take it I have no money at the moment just the same old cloths jeans are starting to rip a little got the same old holes no new bitches just the same old hoes not really proud of who I am just the same old bro my shoes are steel toe but my socks are wearing out struggling on my own my thoughts are scary now drank all the liquor white trash wigger little fish in the sea just trying to make it bigger no one roots for the underdog they would rather talk shit for all the shit the bitches talking but they still dont suck dick block me hate me fuck me date me love me degrade me no later what you do you will never fucking change me everything you think is right but it'll never fucking faze me so I still got a minute to kick it and be wicked single at the moment just getting by with no tickets forever free with life just listen to my rymes no one really ever gets me so i still stay up all night my car needs a tire I just wanna set it on fire my life is a mess maybe i can make it as a writer

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